Brandon pulled into Hayden's driveway and sensed something was a little different. It was hard to say for sure. Might have been something in the air. The way the wind whipped around the corner of the house. There was an energy that was altered. Something indefinable, but nonetheless real. He paused as he got out of his little red hatchback, but after a bit he went on into the house.
He came in casually, as was his way these days. Keys down on the little table. His wallet next to them. Hayden wasn't there, but she'd been spending more time in the backyard now that the April weather was making the flowers bloom.
"Sweetie? I'm here. Are you still wanting to do that Italian place tonight?" he called out, figuring Hayden would hear him even if she was two rooms away. "I'm sorry I'm late. They wanted to talk about the..."
He stopped dead in his tracks. Standing in the center of Hayden's living room was a vision in black silk.
"Oh, what the hell?" he said.
"Welcome home, Brandon," Ren purred, looking at him up and down like he was a dessert.
Brandon's body froze, but his eyes kept moving. He took in Ren's body from head to toe. The black silk opera gloves, the 4" stilettos... the utter lack of anything at all covering her breasts or pussy. He'd have been less stunned by an uppercut from a heavyweight.
"What... um..." Brandon said.
Ren gave him credit for at least getting a word out.
"Nice to see you again," she said, approaching him slowly.
"Where's Hayden?" he said, recovering a bit.
"She's upstairs. We've been talking and she wanted you and I to have a little chat," Ren said. Her voice dripped with smoky sensuality.
"I'm really going to need to hear that from her," Brandon said.
"Ever the hero," Ren said. "If you're going to be her knight all the time, you should have her buy you a suit of armor."
Ren walked over the stains that she'd made last month. Brandon was fighting his entrancement. It was difficult to keep a clear head with this utter smokeshow prancing around.
Ren went on, "Clearly she's okay with other people wearing her clothes."
Brandon had a sudden realization.
"That's Hayden's Saturday Night Special," he said, indicating the corset that now hugged Ren's belly.
"Saturday Night Special?" Ren asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Black, deadly... easily dropped when things get hot," Brandon said.
"Such a way with words. You sure you don't have a screenplay in you somewhere?" Ren said.
Brandon was in no mood for games. Not until he talked to Hayden.
"She loves that corset. You shouldn't be wearing it," Brandon said.
"Don't you love it too?" Ren said, smoothing the material with her palms as she glanced at him sideways.
"You're damn right I do. But you're wearing something that belongs to my girlfriend. And until I know she's okay with it, I want you to stop... whatever the hell this is," he said.
Ren dragged a fingertip down his strong jaw. She remembered the strength he'd brought to their earlier session. She sensed it again now. He would fight for his princess, if she gave him cause.
"I assure you, she's quite happy with my plans for the evening. Italian sounds nice, but I thought we might start in the bedroom," she said, trailing her finger down to his chest.
He took her wrist gently, but firmly. "I assure
you
," he countered, "
Nothing
is going to happen between us until I talk to the woman I love."
Ren giggled as she stepped back. She surveyed the tense muscles. The fight-or-flight. He would have been fine against a burly intruder or a thief in the night. But she presented a problem that couldn't be solved directly. And he was all the worse for understanding that completely.
She sighed as she sat on the sofa, crossing her stilettos in a way that drew his eye. "So romantic. You know she can't hear you, right?"
"This is how I talk," Brandon said.
Ren wrinkled her nose in admiring amusement, "That armor is positively gleaming. You'll find her upstairs... in that room she set aside for her daughter."
"I'll be back," he said, turning to go to the staircase.
"I have no doubt," she said, watching him walk away.
When he reached the landing, he turned towards Kaya's room. He'd rarely seen it. Hayden kept it closed and preserved, ready on any given day should Kaya have need of it.
"Hayden?" he said, knocking on the door.
"I'm in here, sweetie," she said, from inside.
"Can I...?"
"Come in. It's okay," she said.
Brandon opened the door. If the sight of Ren in semi-nude splendor had been a shock to him, what he now saw left him in utter astonishment.
"Oh, God," he said.
Hayden stood, bare and bound, in four-inch stilettos that he was suddenly sure matched Ren's perfectly. Her wrists were cuffed behind her, forcing her chest to jut out, boldly and proudly. Her firm breasts were on display, as was the rest of her.
Between her legs was a single black rod. It rose suggestively between her thighs. Her body blocked his view of where it ended, but with the way she stood, it seemed clear that the bar terminated... inside her. He thought she looked both sexual and a bit uncomfortable all at once. The sight was a challenge to his twin desires to both fuck this woman and to keep her safe from any harm.
He allowed himself a moment to take in the visual. As ever, he noticed the little things. The pertness of her nipples. The way her calves tensed as she held the pose. The way her lips carried crimson lipstick.
"Hi, baby," Hayden said meekly.
"Oh, God. What did she do to you? Let me get you out of there," he said. Immediately he moved to her and started to take stock of her position.
"No, no, no, Brandon. Stop," she said. But he was lost in his care for her.
"Oh fuck. This is up your ass. Are you okay?" he said.
"It's fine. It's a one-bar prison," she said.
She winced as he noticed the butt plug inside her. A moment ago, it had given her a pleasant feeling of fullness. Now she felt mortified that he saw how it held her in place.
"I'll have you off of there in a minute," he said.
"Brandon. You have to stop, sweetie," she replied. Instinctively, she tried to reach for him, but to no avail. The handcuffs at the small of her back didn't allow her to reassure him with a touch.
"What are you talking about? I'm going to get you out of this and then I'm going to get rid of her," he looked up at Hayden as he began to fiddle with the bar. She felt the tremors of his hand movements translate through her anus and she panicked. She had to get control of this situation.
He put a hand on her thigh, trying to be soothing. She shivered when she felt his soft lips kiss her just at the knee. He was always so tender with her.
"No, it's okay. It's okay. I want you to go fuck her," she said.
He spoke to her like she was a pet caught in a trap. "Sweetie, I know you like to play games, but this is really..."
"IF YOU TAKE ME OFF THIS FUCKING BAR, I WILL BREAK UP WITH YOU!"
Brandon pulled back as though she'd hit him with a bolt of lightning.
"Hayden...?" he said, still uncomprehending.
He stood to look her in the eye. She calmed herself and spoke with a firm resolve.
"I am exactly where I want to be right now and I'm asking you to do this for me. If you ever loved me... I'm
begging
you. Put every bit of passion you have for me into it. I swear, this is what I want most in the world right now, Brandon. It's not a trap. It's genuine. Go downstairs. Fuck her in my bed. Do whatever she wants. All night if you have to. I'm fine. I promise. I'm okay and I'm definitely not going anywhere."
